Glatteis
Summary: A beautiful dream or a grotesque nightmare.
For the Musical Chairs Competition: Round 2.
At first sight
It's like stepping into
A fairy tale.
Strands of silver
Cascading down
To her waist.
Orbs
Like melted ice,
So blue and soft.
Encased in freshly fallen snow,
From a sapphire twilight,
With a ruby glow.
A princess.
And then,
She speaks:
"What are you,
"Brain dead?
"Get out of my way."
And the illusion,
Is shattered.
She's no longer
Gentle,
But sharp,
Like ice.
A glittering diamond,
That cuts
Everyone
That comes close.
Her tongue is serrated,
Quick to flare,
And burn you,
Carve words into you.
A reminder,
Of the crystal
She wears
On her back.
The heiress.
Who stands there,
Arms crossed,
Foot tapping away at the ground.
Impatient.
She expects it all,
Everything.
When she wants it,
How she wants it.
Or else.
Spiteful.
Always boasting,
"I'm not bossy."
"I'm not perfect, not yet."
"But I'm still leagues better than you."
Conceited.
Miss
'Perfect'.
Raised in a castle,
Servants bowing
To her every whim.
It's a wonder
How she got here,
On those expectations of hers.
How she can lay there
At night.
Looking so pure
Of heart.
With claims
That she has changed.
True or not,
She still sees the world as hers,
Goes by her own rules.
Her edges may have been dulled,
But her attitude is the same.
She hasn't experienced the world yet,
And that's what's going to change.
To the point
She is left
Gasping.
As the snake
Wraps itself
Around her throat.
Hands unable to reach,
With cold steel
Locked on her wrists.
As the poison
Flows into her body,
Turning her blood black.
So it oozes
Out of the corner
Of her mouth:
Thick like oil,
Devoid of color,
Like her.
Just a bottle
Of her own design,
Leaving her cold.
Skin a shade darker,
Lips split,
Defining marks on her thighs.
Body trembling,
Eyes wide,
Uncomprehending at first
When he leaves
Her side,
Taking everything
She had with him.
prompt used: poetry